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y uncle's business. I opened the door for them,
and curtseyed in my short skirted maid's uniform, my eyes downcast
demurely, trying not to feel the hot stares of the two men as their
eyes fastened on my dark, shapely legs, and the tops of my enormous
breasts. They were round, brown, and more than amply displayed by
the low cut decolletage of my uniform.
"Madame!"
I turned to Masami Nagasawa Devil and curtseyed again, as I had been
taught to do, while I made the formal announcement.
"Zee Detectives are 'eer!"
"Thank you, Yvette."
Masami Nagasawa Devil nodded to me condescendingly. "Why don't you fix us
all drinks while we chat?" Masami Nagasawa turned to Masami's guests, "so what else
can I do for you?"
"Nothing much, Ma'am," the older of the two replied, ogling
openly at me even as he spoke to Masami Nagasawa Devil.
"Or I guess not right now, anyway. Miss, er Ms., Bidwell here
just thought we should go over things one last time before we leave
with Miss O'Malley to make sure there was nothing left out of your
statement."
I felt the still unfamiliar stiffness of my coarse, kinky
black hair as I bent my head over the drinks, trying to listen,
even as my dark hands, with their slightly lighter palms, stirred
a pitcher full of gin and vermouth.
"Everything
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